The White Stuff

[anarchist_nomad]

Curled up in bed with Giles[*] as the snow falls ever heavier outside. This is the first real snow I've seen since we moved into the House of the Red Roses.

Since I'm not quite ready to sleep, it seemed worth noting. For posterity and all that. (Who knows, maybe in a decade or two, I will happen back on this and smile.)

I hope it piles up whilst I sleep and sticks. I could turn on the underfloor heating in the conservatory and sit reading in there tomorrow afternoon. Looking up every now and again to watch the birds taking their turns at the feeders. I can definitely think of worse ways to spend a Saturday!

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[*] Stumpy won't come to bed if he's here. I love my baby girl, but I wish she could get on with other cats.

Comments

[stormdog.livejournal.com]

I do miss having a cat around the place.

We haven't had any snow here for quite a while. I think it's my fault. I got my winter bike with the snow tires all ready to go, so now we've got weather that I wish I had my other bike for.

[anarchist-nomad.livejournal.com]

The cat thing has its ups and downs. I'm currently sitting in the home office typing this. Stumpy like my office chair. Thus, we frequently end up sharing it. Like we are doing now.

"Sharing" means that this little kitty takes up the vast majority of the seat, whilst I get left with just the front edge. If I try to scoot back a bit to get more room, she makes annoyed complaining noises at me.

There is a cushion for her just next to the chair, but she clearly likes my chair better. On the plus side, it does mean that the seat is always warm when I return after a break from working.